Needing space

[regenleif]

Characters: Capell and open
Setting: Floor 31 (cobblestone outdoor area)
Format: Either
Summary: Being stuck in a room for a week has taken it's toll, Capell needs to be outside, and music happens
Warnings:

Capell held the pieces of cloth for a moment when he found them in his trunk, Fayina's voice rang in his ears, one of her final requests from him. He wondered what she had wanted them for, he had almost forgotten about it with all that had happened but now he realised he would never find out.

He put the cloth back in his trunk and stood up. The last week had taken it's toll and despite his bath the confinement still clung to his skin. He left his room and made his way down the stairs, it was strange that this place had been almost destroyed by the explosions and now there was only dust to remind them.

It was a long way down but he finally stopped on the cobblestone roof, moving to the edge to sit cross legged and look out at the barron world he had found himself in.

He had been here a month already and it was difficult to believe. He missed his friends, even if he had met people here and the last week had been strange. Ghosts and frightened silence, screams from nearby cut out, leaving their fates to the imagination.

He raised his flute to his lips almost unconsciously and began to play, his first song was a sad one, a song of sorrow for lost friends.

It drifted into the emptiness of the air around him.

Comments

[terra_nullius]

At least even in its danger it's not a permanent end. [He's found that more than once already. There's little reason to fear death when one simply wakes up after in a new body.] I've never been better. I'd love to learn that sort of ability, it seems extremely useful.

[regenleif]

It is... [He gave a small frown] You probably won't be able to learn it though, at least in my world it is something you are gifted with from birth.

[terra_nullius]

[He shrugs a little, his gaze going distant for a moment.] Apparently before I was potent in some ability or other... if I can find myself, then perhaps I can find that too. It may not be on the same level as Tear's, but it would be something.

You spoke a bit about the power of your world. A birthright, you say? Passed down in family lines?

[regenleif]

[Discover himself? Capell blinked at that and the idea that in losing himself he had somehow lost his power. Perhaps he had had it removed, like Sigmund...]

Oh... sort of... more like granted at birth, by the god of the moon the strength and type of power depends on the phase that the moon is at. Those born on the full moon have the potential to be turned into Aristo's when they are old enough to make the choice, there is a ritual that infuses them with lunar power, Aristo's are those that rule.

[terra_nullius]

How curious... so those of the New Moon would have different aptitudes and abilities than those of the gibbous moon, and of course the power level would be different due to the physical presence of moon... and of course, the full moon provides the leaders. Is it permissable to ask what sign you were born under? And you said that lunarglyphs provide the ability to use that power... how does that work?

[regenleif]

It's a mark, and that mark is a connection the the god of the moon [Who has recently been destroyed, but he doesn't want to confuse Xehanort, and since he doesn't know what happened afterwards as his world ended... He has no answers for the inevitable questions] Like a channel for the power and that allows the use of abilities.

[His voice is a bit defiant as he next speaks] I'm an Unblessed, born under no moon.

[terra_nullius]

Ah, yes, I see... ah, you do not consider the New Moon to be any moon at all? Is it a common thing, or are you the only one so?

[Sob sorry Capell, when he's interested the questions are unrelenting.]

[regenleif]

No there are a few like me. [Questions are better than abject horror, so it's cool] My case was a little different... I should have been born on a full moon but it was a night of an eclipse, where the light of the moon was blocked. But usually it is those born under a New Moon who are Unblessed.

[terra_nullius]

Ahhh, an eclipse... the graceful dance of the heavens. It's a shame that such a momentous occasion is considered a curse.

Still, you seem to be resourceful enough even without lunar magic.

[regenleif]

Most unblessed are. [He sounds annoyed] It's not a bad thing, no matter what everyone says. I hid the fact I was unblessed for years and no one ever noticed.

[terra_nullius]

I do not know if it means much, but without such trappings I think you are quite a pleasant individual. You are down-to-earth and easily approachable, and quite engaging to speak with. This is obvious, as you said - even without knowledge of your lunar state people were more than willing to engage in transactions with you.

[regenleif]

Capell looked down with a smile, not many people had called him pleasant before. Until he had joined Sigmund's group he had never had any people he would call friends.

Now he had a lot, and even though they were gone now, gone with his world the fact they had been there for him meant it was easier to be friendly and make friends with others. "Thanks." He smiled, "You're not too bad yourself."

[terra_nullius]

He laughed, but pleasantly. "I'm glad you think so. I was worried you'd have thought me a buffoon after our time together."

He felt warm for a moment, a strange thought. It was a compliment that wasn't pandering, or like anything that his brother had said. He'd never had anything like that before... he shook his head, managing a smile.

"But thank you for your kind words. I don't think I've been paid such a thing. You've been very accomodating."

[regenleif]

Capell laughed, "You are definitely not a bafoon." Really Xehanort should meet some of Capell's friends, if he can put up with Edward he can put up with anyone.

"I could have definitely been locked in a room with worse people."

[terra_nullius]

"Disaster begets odd fellows, but perhaps it begets the best of fellows. We were quite fortunate in our circumstances. With any luck, we may continue to be so." He smiled, his mind wandering for a moment. Whatever would come... at least there were some people now that he knew perhaps he could count on.

[regenleif]

Capell nodded back, "Let's hope so." Capell in general didn't have good luck. But perhaps now he was here that was changing.

Except the whole fact of being here, that was pretty bad luck.